Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~22~

I pulled Flynn towards me and kissed him more passionately than I ever had before. It was a victory kiss, a celebratory kiss that meant we had survived our first battle. His hands squeezed my waist and knotted my his t-shirt I was wearing up which revealed some skin. His lips moved slowly and precisely and when I opened my mouth on his and felt his tongue against my lips I had to separate from him in order to stop myself from ripping his shirt off him then and there.

I could feel the heat rising everywhere in my body and I took a step, just a small one, away from Flynn and turned around to see Vince.

He looked like he had been trying not to watch us but had failed and was upset with himself for it.

"Vinny I need you to go home and tell my mother that I am fine, that I am more than fine. Actually, I need you to tell her that I am happy and that Flynn is the reason I am happy. I need you to go home and find someone else who you can care about, besides me. I need you to move on," I told him with a nod of my head. I knew what I was saying was the right thing to say, but I couldn't help but feel bad for what I had done. He had come all the way here, all the way from Indiana to Montana, to find me and convince me of his love, and I had thrown it in his face.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Vinny asked for the last time. He was holding out on some hope that I would change my mind, but after the way Flynn just kissed me I did not see that happening any time soon.

"Yes. I want to be happy and I am happy with Flynn, but I also want you to be happy as well, okay?" I asked Vinny. I didn't want to make him feel like I had sophomore year. As much as I had thought I would earlier, it was not right to torture him like that.

"Okay," Vinny agreed somberly.

"Promise me you will go home and find a new girl. And hey! Who knows, maybe you will find her along the way," I joked. I smiled back at Flynn and he was grinning right back at me.

"Yeah," Vince half-laughed, "Maybe I will." He looked over at me and I could tell he was trying to draw this out as long as possible, but I knew I wasn't going to change my mind.

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, just like he had done at the gas station the first day I started my road trip. I turned my cheek against his chest and waited for a split second before he reacted to my embrace.

Soon his arms encircled me and his lips pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head. When I let go and looked up at his clear blue eyes they seemed thankful.

"I needed that," he thanked me.

"I know, Vinny" I replied, mimicking our conversation in the parking lot so long ago.

Vince nodded his head and with a solemn look on his face he turned and walked away and back down the trail. I watched him go and soon felt two arms snake around my waist.

"So where were we?" Flynn whispered and as much as I wanted to shake him off I couldn't because that 's what his touch did to me.

"Well before all of that happened," I drawled, "I believe you were saying something about me being innocent. Like a doe maybe?" I pondered. I turned in Flynn's arms and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Of course, how could I possibly forget?" Flynn mused. His lips captured mine and I was lost in him.

This kiss was nothing like the previous one. Gone was the slow sensations and the lingering touches. This moment was filled with heat and a roughness I can only describe as lust.

I wanted Flynn. I wanted him to touch me and I never wanted him to stop. His hands slipped under my shirt and left trails of goosebumps over my skin where he touched. It was a warm day but he made me shiver and feel like I was on fire at the same time.

"Flynn," I moaned his name when he kissed his way down my neck to my collarbone.

"I thought I was going to lose you," he breathed out against my skin which sent more tingles down my spine.

I lifted his face back up to mine, "Never," I panted and with that our lips crashed into each other again.

For the rest of the day we hiked around the mountain and Flynn was super cute and really grateful that I stayed with him. It was really sweet of him to not hate me after some of the things that I had said. I had certainly gone a little cray cray there for a while, but his hand in mine told me that everything was going to work out alright.

Vinny texted me a couple hours and said he was sorry the way things went down. He didn't realize how strongly I felt about Flynn and he should have respected my choices to begin with. Everything seemed to be look up and when Flynn and I returned to the hotel that night there wasn't any question of whether or not my head would nestle against his chest as I fell asleep.